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America Diary III

    American people are fun loving  people, they enjoy their life in a energetic way, they live their life to the fullest. You can say, this is the country of youngsters, country of people who are young at heart and not by age. Here, you can find old men riding the 'Harley Davidson' bikes, you will find the old ladies wearing the stylish cloths going for the dates in the evening and you will also find the old people getting married to start their new life again.
     I was surprised and amazed when I saw a person of almost 75 years working as taxi driver, I saw 80 years old grannies working in various private offices and firms with the same productivity. These people come to their offices by driving their trucks or cars on their own. Moreover I also heard about one older couple that when they were shifting to the Los Angeles from Chicago, which are at least 3000 miles away from each other, they drove their truck by themselves all the way. Can you imagine this? I was really impressed, everybody here seems so energetic and full of enthusiasm. You will hardly find anybody sitting in the home during the weekends. People will work hard during the weekdays and will have fun on the weekends.  So while I was still struggling with the jet lag, my first weekend came up and I started planning for my first weekend with the help of Jog family, we decided to enjoy the sun bath at Laguna beach in the Orange county before hot and arid Californian summer starts burning the atmosphere. Laguna beach is one of the famous beach in Southern California. The summer vacations were just started and the families were out to wander. It was my first weekend in the US and I was eager to click the snaps of the beautiful city of Lagoona beach. Few of them are here.

             

  

 

 




 

 


 



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